"I'm not trying to cause any arguments, but I think as a young girl, you should not be on the streets. How old are you?"

"Twenty" I lied. That was my fake age. Temporary people didn't need to know my personal information.

"Right," he said, not believing, but he continued. "You're twenty, pregnant, alone and homeless. It's dangerous. You shouldn't be out on the streets like that."

"And are you suggesting something or stating facts I already know?" I didn't mean to sound rude, but he was telling me things I already know. Things that run through my mind every day. It was nothing new.

"I said I wanted to help. That's what I'm going to do."

"How? How are you going to help me?"